Part 17 (1/2)

”Take me away! Let's try to go now. Now!”

Ruiz Rios's eyes glittered, his mouth hardened. He closed the door behind him, watching them keenly.

”It is in my mind to do you a kindness, Senor Kendric,” he said, speaking evenly and emotionlessly.

”You are a murderous cur,” rapped out Kendric. ”I'd do a clean job if I shot you dead in your tracks.”

Rios smiled.

”Let us speak business, _amigo_,” he said. ”Moralizing is nice when there is plenty of time and nothing else to be done. You are kept here against your will. It might not fit in ill with my plans to see you go.”

”I will have a look at Escobar first,” said Kendric. Rios stepped aside and again threw open the door. But he did not stir from the spot, awaiting Kendric's return. Nor did Kendric tarry long. Escobar was dead already, shot through the heart, as Rios had said. A revolver lay on the ground, close to his right hand.

”You ought to hang for that,” said Kendric as he came back into the room. ”But from the way you're going you won't last long enough for the law to get you. Now, what have you to say to me?”

”A part I have said,” returned Ruiz Rios. ”I can guess much that my fair cousin has said to you. I know her desires and--I know my own!”

His eyes flashed. ”More, you appear interested in the charming Miss Betty Gordon. If you would like to go yourself, if you would like to take her with you, I think I can arrange matters. At a price, of course.”

”Naturally. And the price?”

”Escobar asked twenty-five thousand dollars. Surely she is worth that and more? Ah! Well, what you came to Lower California to find may be worth as much, may be worth nothing. The risk is mine. Tell me where the place is and I will arrange that you and Miss Betty have horses and an open trail.”

”Rios,” began Jim, speaking slowly.

But it was Betty who answered.

”No!” she cried. ”No and no and no! You are a terrible man, Senor Rios, and some day G.o.d will bring you to a terrible end. Be sure I would be happy to see the last of you and your cousin and your kind.

But the thing you ask is impossible. Why should Jim Kendric, to whom I am only a bothersome stranger, pay you a sum like that--for me? You are crazy!”

Jim himself was perplexed. He had no desire to put Ruiz Rios in the way of appropriating that which had brought both himself and Barlow here. More than that, the secret was not solely his to give away, were he so minded. Barlow had a claim to half and he knew there would be nothing left for Barlow once Rios scented it. Of these matters he thought and also of Betty. Her quick vehemence had surprised him.

Until now he would have thought her eager to consent to anything to insure her immediate departure.

”Fine words, senorita,” said Rios, his lips twitching so that the white teeth showed. ”But you had best think. Many things might happen to a girl, a pretty girl like you, which are not pleasant for her to experience. You had better throw your arms about your countryman's neck and beg him to pay the price for you.”

Betty shook her head violently, so violently that the white flower fell from her hair. Rios was going on angrily, when there came into the yard a clatter of hoofs.

”It is Zoraida,” he said sharply. ”Now be quick; is it yes or no!”

”No!” cried Betty.

”Little fool!” muttered Rios. Under his glare she drew back. ”Before again such help is offered you you will wish you were dead!”

Outside they heard Zoraida's laughter, low and rich with its music.

Then her voice as gay as though there were in all the world no such shadows as those cast by destruction and death. And then she entered, slender and graceful in her elaborate riding suit, her white plume nodding, her eyes dancing, her red mouth triumphant. Behind her came Bruce West.

Kendric stared at him in amazement. For Bruce came of his own free will and his own eyes were s.h.i.+ning. There was no sign of his recent distress upon his face. Rather it looked more joyous, more boyish and glad than Kendric had seen it for years. The boy hardly noted anyone in the room but Zoraida. His eyes were for her alone and they were on fire with adoration.

CHAPTER XI